I figure by use the time while Mason naps to finally write down his birth story
I have to start out by saying that this pregnancy was somewhat stressful, due to precautions my doctor took. I have rheumatoid arthritis and it can affect the baby's growth. So starting at 33 weeks, I had to go in for NSTs twice a week on top of my appointment. The doctor's office was only open until 5, which is until I have to work. So, it was hard to get the times approved to leave work early, go in late and to make up time by not taking lunches. I was pretty exhausted.
When my OB became concerned about Mason's size, he suggested an induction at 39 weeks, I was happy to go along with it.
Monday the 15th we were supposed to be at the hospital to get my cervix ripened over night, and start the pictocin in the morning on the 16th. However, when I got to the hospital and was hooked up to the monitors, it was showing that I was having pretty regular contractions about 4 minutes apart. I was able to feel them, but I thought it was Mason stretching. They felt like period cramps, and I thought contractions would start higher up on my belly.
They decided to start me on the pictocin right away, and the contraction became closer together and painful within about an hour. I would have to focus and breath through them. The night was pretty rough. I didn't get any sleep, because the contractions were getting stronger. The pit was up at 12 by 2 am. Because of the pit I was unable to go into the shower or tub, and moving around was limited. Baby had to be on monitors at all times. Most of the laboring happened in bed, laying down. At about 7 am my doctor came and broke my water. I went from 1 cm when I got to the hospital to 2 cm by 7 am. After he broke my water the contractions came closer together and were now 2-3 min apart. When the nurse checked me at 10 am, I was only at 3 cm. Most of the pain was in my back, which made sense in the end because Mason was posterior. By 11 am I could not take it anymore, and I decided to get an epidural. I knew that meant I would have to push laying down, but I also knew that if things kept progressing this slowly I would have no energy left to push when the time came. After the epidural I was able to sleep for about 4 hours. Which also meant my poor husband, who had been at work all day Monday, finally got to sleep some. The day just kind of went on. At about 4 pm the doctor checked me and I was at 7 cm. Good progress. At about 6 pm I got super sick, throwing up everything I had. I was happy because I thought it meant I was in transition. But, when my doctor came at 7 pm to check, nothing had changed. I was still at 7cm, baby did not come down any. He did not tell me this until after the fact, but he was starting to get concerned at this point. All he told me then was "Baby is looking good, lets just keep going and see what happens".
After that I was sick again, throwing up a few times, even though there was nothing left to throw up. Most of it was dry heaving. But, immediately after that episode, I started to feel pressure like I had to go to the bathroom. I called the nurse and she checked me and told me I was a good 9 cm, baby's had was all the way down. I think the pressure from vomiting actually helped me move the baby :) After the nurse left I threw up again, and the pressure became stronger. I called her back and she said I was at 10, but a little bit of cervix was around the edge of the baby's head. She called the doctor and he came in. He was very surprised at the progress. He told me I would probably be able to start pushing in a little bit, as soon as the rest of the cervix moved. this was at 8 pm.
The nurse came back and said I was complete. She turned down the epidural some. She then told me to wait a little until we start pushing, because the doctor had to go perform an emergency C-Section. At about 9 pm, she said she would go check to see where he was at. We started pushing at 9.42 pm. I pushed 3 times, and the nurse told me to stop. SHe said I was pushing very well, and baby was moving down quick. She was going to get the doctor and the equipment. They both came back, and I started back up. During pushing, I had to vomit again, and I guess baby's head kept moving back until I vomited. The pressure forced Mason's head far enough to stay. I was able to watch most of it through a mirror they put at the end of the bed for me. My DH was holding one of my legs, the nurse the other. Between the nurse, the doctor and my amazing husband, I had a good cheer team that helped me along. Mason was born at 10.29 pm facing up. They put him on my chest right away and I got to snuggle him. He had a very big cone head :)
He is 21 inches long and weighed 8 lbs even. They took him to measure him and my husband was there the whole time smiling from one ear to the other :) The doctor said I had lost a lot of blood. They gave me something through the IV, but I don't know what. I have a second degree tear, even though my doctor was really good about massaging my perineum, and about putting pressure on it. He said I tore inside pretty high, but I did not tear into the rectal muscle. It took him about 25 min to stitch me up.
My husband and I got to help and feed Mason for about 3 hours before they came and took him to get bathed and get his shot.
We are home now, doing good. Mason had some trouble latching on at first, but he is getting better and today nursed the first time without a nipple shield. We are so happy he is here and I cannot believe that he was hidden inside my belly :)
Excuse my spelling mistakes, I am very tired lol